"dressy" poems
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I received the dress in a few days. The dress length is fine when I wear the shoes with heels. The most beautiful part I like is transparent collar of the dress. It makes the dress special. Thank you for your effort.
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Arrived quickly and fitted perfectly... size chart was very accurate and true. The custom service girl told me their production team has improved the fabric on this dress by choosing a kind of new lace fabric. Yes it really is! I love sooooo much the fabric and whole version of this little white dress!The dress was everything I imagined.
The details of the dress were exactly like the picture. I ordered the dress in my normal size and it fits perfectly. The dress took approximately 2 weeks to arrive after I purchased it. The customer service team at izidressbuy was very helpful and worked really hard to have my dress arrive early for my formal event.
This dress is beautiful, and very flattering. I love it! Unfortunately, I wanted to wear it to a wedding - the ceremony is at 1pm; the reception is at 5pm. It is perfect for the reception, but too dressy for the ceremony since I will be doing a reading and would be way more dressy than the bridal party. It's definitely evening wear. Beautiful though. Haven't decided if I'm keeping it or not. I can't use for the intended purpose, but I could definitely wear it for years and years to other events. Also, dancing in it could be problematic because it is quite long (just above ankles on me, and I am 5' 8-1/2") and it's straight, with no slit. You'd have to hold it up a bit to dance. But again... it's a gorgeous dress.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2015
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
We sit next to each other
In the mezzanine
Of the crowded theater
Our matching purple outfits
Far too dressy for the occasion
But who cares
We look **** good
You put your hand out
Palm up
And look at me
As I smile
My coy, giddy smile
And place my hand on top
Interlacing my fingers with yours
The lights dim
And the show starts
But you never let go of my hand
Even when it gets weird and clammy
You never pull away
Even when I snort into your shoulder
And wipe away my laughing tears
You still hold onto me
You gently stroke my arm
Your warm thumb
Against my smooth bicep
And I can't help but smile
I look over
And catch you staring
Which makes me blush
And get coy again
The mezzanine
The balcony
The floor
It all disappears
When I feel your touch
Your light touch
Just glide over my skin
I float to another dimension
When you lean over
And kiss my cheek
Only coming back
To the mezzanine
When I open my eyes
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:
Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.
Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:
Sitting down to lessons - no more time for tricks.
Five growing girls, from Fifteen to Eleven:
Music, Drawing, Languages, and food enough for seven!
Five winsome girls, from Twenty to Sixteen:
Each young man that calls, I say "Now tell me which you MEAN!"
Five dashing girls, the youngest Twenty-one:
But, if nobody proposes, what is there to be done?
Five showy girls - but Thirty is an age
When girls may be ENGAGING, but they somehow don't ENGAGE.
Five dressy girls, of Thirty-one or more:
So gracious to the shy young men they snubbed so much before!
Five PASSE girls - Their age? Well, never mind!
We jog along together, like the rest of human kind:
But the quondam "careless bachelor" begins to think he knows
The answer to that ancient problem "how the money goes"!
2.5k
Who’s to say how
He might come back for a second
inhumanely heaped-up helping,
if we grant that immensity
of our assumption He did come
kingly first into this inside-
out size from a do-you-miss-me-
yet’s mirthfully mythical realm
I have seen Him
lurking in a particle-board fine
finish on the thin outer membranes
of our estranged and better faces;
He’s Higgs-boson omnipresent,
but far too theoretical
for our broadly practical, turned-
away gazes to rediscover
There He is now
rising in the favela’s gap-
toothed grins with fabulously naughty
corners this glee-pawed grandpa twists
using cur jests his ***** charges
imagine as flightless quarrels
grey-hooded pigeons would gaggle
were they over-stuffed on golden grain
And there again
on a Calcutta mound’s cluttered
conic end, smog-like He slowly lifts
with the crust-gnawed, razor-wire crimps
of a soup-can’s unconsummated lid
as dainty fingers crawl in toward
a gelatinous glob still clinging
to the powerful pretense it’s meat
And there once more,
conceding oms, He restless flickers
at the margins of blocky beige
Beijing screens as crisply clicked clacks
circumnavigate the darkling
smooth patches and spit-spark a few
conscious drips to squiggle out from
the babble of noxious red seas
Emerged, this welp
won’t toddle off to dribble-stain
the dressy linens of a made-up
nanny’s well-mannered and ornate
evil; it will curl up instead,
a swaddled yawn with no yearn to
suckle under His real mother’s
gaping wide and grungy bloused best
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
They were THOSE people.
those people with their rolled up button-down shirts and blue jeans,
who wore leather lace up shoes that were
too casual for dressy,
but too dressy for casual.
they were those people who referenced music that was
too obscure to be mainstream,
but too mainstream to be obscure.
They were alternative society
It was those peoples,
who thought themselves unlimited in their box of elitism.
They may have been the foam atop the espresso,
but they never could taste the drink.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
The pleasant lighting
Falling on your face,
Shifting uncomfortably
In dressy clothes.
A wine list sitting
In front of you.
The clink of champagne glasses.
A menu
Is then passed to you,
"What would you
suggest this evening?"
You ask the well dressed,
Smiling waiter.
"Well sir what are you in
The mood for?"
You shrug,
"I don't know."
"Well..."
He starts,
"Some words are deliciously
Smooth,
Like:
Circumstance,
Circumference,
Slither,
Sleek,
Sweet,
And
Finesse.
Some words crackle,
Such as:
Tickle,
Freckles,
Speckled,
Wrinkle,
Crinkle,
Torch,
Crunch,
Cacophony,
And cricket.
Some words,
Are bubbly:
Poppycock,
Preposterous,
Exaggerate,
Flammable
Graffiti,
Whisky,
Blasphemy,
Dubious.
Some words,
Are addicting:
Missing,
Lost,
Pain,
Me,
Mine,
Hurt,
Cut,
Burn,
Die,
Death,
Hard,
Hate,
Can't,
Fate,
Heart,
Broken,
Stay,
Love.
What words
Would you like to eat?"
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
*Person came. Black, black dressy clothes
Abnormally high heart-rate
"Because there is another soul,
Sharing your body."
"Are you an angel?" I ask
No answer.
Other people come into the room (a pub in London) and I am distracted a moment.
I look back,
He's gone.
Another room, another man.
We kissed.
He was soaked in water.
A small town,
I look over, see a wall.
Know it is the edges of my consciousness
I jump over.
Everything is foggy, broken toys scattered everywhere.
grass startlingly green,
hills gently rolling, trees scarce.
I decide to explore.
I fly and find other islands, a great many, some barren
Now missiles are shooting at me-
The other soul is angry.*
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Jam-packed case for just-in-cases
No way of knowing when you gotta jam
Loafers with no-loafing laces
No-track tracksuit for no traces
Boxing boxers, bracing braces
Wool-coated trench coat for time on-the-lamb
Racewear dress for dressy races
Full-face mask to hide full faces
High-pace sneakers, sneaky paces
Bent scrambling helmet if hellbent to scram
Sleeveless tanks for arm-y bases
High-jump jumpers for high places
No-halt halter, hasty chases
Hoodwinker hoodie obscures who I am
Jam-packed case for just-in-cases
No way of knowing when you gotta jam
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC
Ive been waiting for this rain for days now...
It came down,
Like electricity overhead, the city
Felt magneticly wet to the stem.
Im sitting at the kitchen table with some coffee & bread
Just wrote an email to an old friend that read:
Dear: You, Words. Love: Me.....thats it.
If not tonight, hell read it in the morning
Hell smile, send similar words before he forgets.
Im a random thought for others,
A praise, a blame, a kiss, a handshake
Whichever the case...
Ive always been here for the whole thing.
From the first steps, to playgrounds and graduations
to speakers that play sounds, then exclaimations
From a clenched wheel on a rainy road
To a stenciled feel from a nameless terminal
To dressy shoes, held-back hair in front of strangers,
Yet I had objectives, so I spoke like Ive known them for years
I left a good impression I think, for I never once let them blink.
I closed the door behind me, followed that feel, for I was starving
I walked past living rooms flooded with remote light, toys and noise
I went to the kitchen table, spread out my words into poetry and prose
My records on this day that the rains came....
Just another day....
Where I was there for the whole thing....
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
You taught me that a poem doesn't have to be
a collection of dressy words,
or expressions of feelings,
or have to hurt.
You taught me that
feeling comfortable with a certain person,
sitting under the moonlight,
talking about simple things,
the sound of your laugh
and simply, you,
can be the greatest poem,
even if the paper is still blank.
(NJ2014) All Rights Reserved.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
Love comes and goes,
From one person to another as it chose.
It’s a beautiful thing,
It can be harmless or come with a sting.
It’s not rich or poor,
It doesn’t care if you live on the sea floor.
It comes in all sizes,
It can be dull or with romantic surprises.
Love doesn’t care about appearance
Nor about attendance.
It doesn’t care if you drive an ambulance,
Just as long as there’s acceptance.
The choice of expression is up to you.
It can be simple and dressy
Or reckless and messy.
But remember, your intent is to persue.
Love is but a word.
It takes two to make it true.
So don’t be shy,
It’s only meant for me and you.
Love is not a game,
Nor heavy as lead
So tell that special someone,
I love you too.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Immaculate Reception
Oh No! that rare call family saying they will drop by after the mall
Sudden rush begins to brush away that dust appearance of neatness is a must
No time for detail stick to retail don't go wholesale, reduce the clutter so they won't whisper or mutter, just throw loose linens in the closet in the hall
Give that mop a quick romp dance the broom around the room ,toilet bowl needs a bit of bleach to at least whiten the rust
Always keep a clean kitchen helps with quickness and reduces sickness, open a door a window for the air so new freshness isn't just aerosol
Begin to brighten instead of frighten lift the gloom with a twirl of a vacuum, straighten a mess just for the guest not the naval white gloved
Little messy not to dressy merely a side effect of bachelor life, now in a hurry to arrange in a flurry make the tornado appear as a minor squall
Swiftly swiffer wiping the upper along with lower, lift loose lint sets my mind at ease, giving it all a fast pass to not appear over scrubbed
Fast and furious dust a thon to not appear to be living life to soft and luxurious, wash not wax is not lax ,minor buffing not the complete overhaul
Shake the rugs loosen the linens rearrange the many pillows, make haste no time to waste room already appeared chaste, pillows from the dryer will pass for fluffed
Last minute set the music for a fresh vibe coffee and cookies to welcome the tribe,stage is set they won't judge for that stray hairball
Glad that didn't drive me mad, not much fuss over a little dust or hub bub for a fast scrub, it won't truly matter if it was clutter or spatter, I just realized I am still in my pajamas and my hair is not brushed. R.C.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
Remember when you were a little girl
And your parents got you
For some dressy occasion
Those little shoes
With the half-inch heels
But you felt so grown
And mature
In your "High heels"
And that's when you got your strut
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC